Lord of End of World

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106, one zero six

The author has something to say: I am afraid of harmony, so I put the content here. I thought about 3p for a long time. After I finished writing, I felt that my three views have been completely destroyed. In addition, because I return to my hometown for the New Year, I have to visit relatives, purchase new year's goods, and accompany my parents. Therefore, the time for writing a text is greatly reduced. Although it will not stop, it may not be more complicated. I will resume the weekend after I return to work on the 7th. Double, please forgive me~ I wish you all a happy new year! kisses!

Ps: 3282 words in the body, the author has 3368 words

Gong Li’s eyes, carefully savoring the same scent in Song Haoran’s mouth, determined the facts of the two Chinese medicines, and put his hands on Song Haoran’s arm. I don’t know if I should follow his inner desire to hold him, or follow the rituals to push him. open. When he was in a dilemma, Song Haoran’s big hand had already plunged into his vest, pulling on the two red beans on his chest, which caused him to shudder, and made a **** shackle.

Lin Wenbo’s eyelids have become golden brown, and the back door locks the door, staring at the two of the kisses, and quickly taking off his clothes.

Song Haoran’s lips have been removed from the juvenile’s mouth, and the neck, the collarbone, the red beans, and the lower abdomen have been swallowed. After three or two times, the clothes of the juvenile barely cover the body, and finally stopped at the young and tender place. If you don’t want to, you don’t want to just hold it, you can enjoy it with rhythm.

"Ah!" Gong Lizhen screamed, his arms supported, and supported the upper body. Tears and eyes looked at Song Haoran buried in his lower abdomen. He shook his head and asked him to stop. The most fragile place is wrapped in a soft and warm mouth. He never felt it. The tight nerves are about to break. The place is already standing tall, ready to go, and the skin is dyed. The fascinating pink, the white toad jade's toes tightened tightly, and could not hold the sheets underneath.

The youngster's feelings after the movement were so suffocating, Lin Wenbo saw that the lower body was swollen to explode. He quickly climbed into the **, sitting behind the unforgettable teenager, grabbing his soft body from the back, holding him down, kissing his wet, blushing lips, and rolling the thick-strong thing against his back. The stock-ditch gently creeps-moving-pushing-plugging, which makes the teenager can not help but tremble violently.

The delicate and cute thing in the mouth overflowed a few drops of tears with the shaking again and again, and the salty and smooth taste spread on the tip of the tongue, making people want to go crazy. Song Haoran looked up and stared at the young man with dark red eyes. He turned to the more demanding care of the needs of the youngsters, smashing, smashing, getting, sucking, swaying, omnipotent, stirring teenagers Stretching a beautiful neck, high and low 呻-吟, but the shy voice just gushed out of the throat and was swallowed by Lin Wenbo.

The two took care of his upper body, one took care of his lower-half-body, and he was completely unable to think, and his body was completely loved.

Stop the deep kiss, look at the arms in the arms - eyes - such as - silk, the eye is dyed into peach pink, still hanging a drop of crystal tears, the beautiful boy who took the photo, Lin Wenbo inserted - into the juvenile stock - the ditch of the object again Inflated a few points, there is no trace of wolf residue in the golden brown eyes, only the heat left to the desire to burn him.

Song Haoran's situation is worse than him. At this time, he has already supported his own hard-hard giant thing. In the juvenile pink-hole-mouth-capricorn, the top secreted mucus is inserted--into .

"Hey~" Gong Lizhen muttered, and a teardrop fell on his eyes. This is his first time in this life, the pain is unbearable. Fortunately, he is a pure Yin body, and soon adapted to the invasion of foreign bodies, and no injuries, and after the severe pain, he slightly contracted the muscles of the hole - a pin-soul-eclipse-bone quick-sensing As a current, he passed through his limbs, making him feel comfortable 呻-吟.

I felt the tenderness of the meat wrapped around me. The meat was stirred and sucked in a circle. Song Haoran was not only blind, but his eyes were red. He almost couldn’t stand the fine-off and immediately launched. This feeling is too refreshing, and his endurance for the rest of his life is used at this moment, just to stay in the juvenile for a while. Slightly stopped for a few seconds, to be vented - the urge to fine the past, he went down - body, fast - pumping - plugging - up, each exhausted all efforts, Qi-root - into, the most sensitive in the body That point, the young boy screamed again and again, tears linger.

Lin Wenbo is not idle. The tip of his tongue is circled on the young and lovely red bean. The hand is very skillful to comfort the teenager. He stretches into the back-hole where the boy is already slippery. Swear.

With the addition of his index finger, Song Haoran only felt that the place was tighter--the soul was getting better, and the speed of the movement was getting faster and faster, and the strength was getting bigger and bigger.

Gao-Tide wave followed by a wave, Gong Lizhen slammed together, his voice was a little hoarse, but Lin Wenbo, who had already been impatient, did not let his busy little mouth, waist and limbs, swollen and swollen - The thing that was not - can be stuffed in.

Gong Lizhen tears his eyes, with the instinct to contain the top of the object, the small **** hole in it 弄------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He blinked low and grabbed the juvenile's head and vigorously moved his waist.

Gong Lijun passively accepted the giant things in his mouth, but there was no feeling of discomfort or shame in his heart. Instead, there was a kind of unsatisfied satisfaction and incitement.

In the last life, in the face of those stoves, he didn't want to, and no one could make him emotional-moving. In the end, Xiao Lin would have to give him medicine to force him to submit. Facing the touch of Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo, he knew that he should not be able to control his body and mind. He could only let himself fall and deliver himself without reservation.

Perhaps it is because these two feelings are stolen by Gong Lijun's body and are not true to him, so he is afraid to lose. He occasionally feels guilty, afraid to open his eyes one day, and he becomes the one who has nothing, can only wait for the death of the Lord in the dark heavenly palace, so he almost meets the eyes with the moth All this, do what you can to please them and make them happy.

However, Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran did not know the complex and unspeakable mood of the youngsters. They had already lost their minds. They could only be like two beasts of love and affection, and they advertised in the slender body of the young.

Song Haoran whispered and finally released it. Lin Wenbo held the teenager who had already fired many times, and the abdomen covered with turbidity-liquids turned back, letting Song Haoran slightly weaken and quit the young body. The giant slammed out, and the redness swollen into the unstoppable centiary shed a white-turbidity-liquid. Lin Wenbo smashed one of the teenager's feet and placed it in his arm. With the lubrication of this liquid - plugged in - in, crazy - quite moving.

The balance of the previous fast-sensing has not dissipated, and the more intense and denser high-tide has followed. Gong Lijun’s mouthful of breath, the scorpion has long been dry, can only be unable to open, and the transparent saliva The corner of the mouth flows to the side.

Song Haoran blinked and saw him - **** - 靡 ,, pin-soul-eclipse-bone expression, the place where it was soft, looked up again, and was full of energy. He grabbed the juvenile sandalwood mouth, madly stirred the encroachment, and pulled out the long silver wire when he let go. The silver wire sticking to the side of the juvenile and the neck is finely cleaned. He presses on the juvenile body and rubs the small-bellied and big-leg-roots of the juvenile with a burning-firm-stable yang-object. Relieve the desire to scream in the heart.

The three people overlapped, and the limbs were entangled, regardless of each other, and the rich musk was floating in the air, which could not be covered in any way.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I didn’t see the scene on the bed. The nose smelled this unusual smell. Lin Wenbo’s pale golden eyes were dark and closed, and the eyes were closed in the arms. The brows were slightly stunned, and the young man with the red marks was seen. He saw his suspicious objects that had been covered with white on the abdomen. He had already been awkward and aggravated between his legs. His brain was struck by a heavy hammer. There is no way to think.

The feeling of this whirlwind turned over. The absurd scene of last night began to replay in his mind. The young man shook his head and shouted no, ** contained his own place, and a teardrop appeared in the corner of his eye. Every time he thought of a scene, he made his face Pale one point, the body also loses temperature by one inch and one inch, such as falling into the ice.

Song Haoran, who was lying under the bed, snorted and snorted, and woke up from the dream, slowly sat up, looked at the two people on the bed, and then stayed.

His expression was awkward, and he looked at the bed for a while, and then looked at his own messy body for a while, but he couldn’t come back for a long time. Lin Wenbo stared at him quietly, seeing his light red eyes gradually deepening, and then whispered, "I have to go to your room and say, Xiao Yan was tossed us for one night, let him rest."

Carefully pumping his arm from the neck of the boy - a gentle slap, like a teenager's back with signs of awakening, seeing his brow stretch, quiet again, Lin Wenbo just got out of bed, I hurriedly put on my clothes and went to Song Haoran's room to prepare for a long talk.

Song Haoran’s room is next door to Lin Wenbo. The shame-hairs of the two people were covered with turbidity-liquid, which had already condensed into pieces and was very uncomfortable. Therefore, after the two entered the room, they did not say anything. First, take care of their own mess, and take advantage of this gap to sort out the troubles.

To be cleaned up, two of them sat on the edge of the bed, one sitting on the top of the chair and not knowing how to open.

After a long while, Song Haoran was unable to hold his breath and hammered the bedside. He asked, "You should have a little wolf last night? Why don't you stop?"

"Why should I stop?" Lin Wenbo sneered, his tone is no longer calm, "I was first hugged, he should be mine!"

"How do you get it first? The person who got his body first is me! You quit, forget everything last night." Every detail of last night was clearly engraved in my mind, afflicting Song Haoran's fragile nerve. His twilight was red, and his tone suppressed the deep pain. He did not expect that he and his friends would do such a thing to the beloved teenager. It is simply not as good as a beast.

"From small to big, I always let you, why? Xiaoxiao is my life! I will never give in, unless I die!" Lin Wenbo stood up and took a look at Song Haoran's clothes. Sound opening. This is the first time he lost his usual calm in front of his friends.

"Oh, I will pay back to you in the same way! I want to give up Li Wei, unless I step on it from my body." Song Haoran’s eyes were red, and the voice had not been dropped. He had made a punch and beat Lin Wenbo’s cheek. Partial.

Lin Wenbo erased a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. His arm was covered with a layer of metal streamer, and he hit it back with a solid ‘iron fist.’ Song Haoran was not willing to show weakness. The fist banged and ignited the flames and greeted him. The two quickly smashed into a small room, and each other did not give up. The fragile walls and floors burst open with cracks due to the unscrupulous force of the two men.

After ten minutes of fighting, only a loud bang, the floor was pierced by a large hole in Lin Wenbo's iron fist. The two feet sank and fell to the room below. Several screams shattered and screamed. Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran only slightly restored the wolf, and the same secret: bad! This will not be pressed to people? ——

Ouyang Huiru is very happy with the arrow target 10 meters away. It is shot with one arrow and one arrow. Without stopping, it seems to be a good shot. In fact, the arrow and arrow are off target, which is terrible.

Shizong really can't stand it anymore, he took the big step and stepped forward to say: "The arrow is not shot like this!"

The rumored Shizong Shizong’s low-pitched sounds, Ouyang Huiru and others were shocked, and Qi Qi turned his head and looked at him.

"The daughter-in-law saw the father, the father Huangan." Ouyang Huiru took the salute of the people, still holding his bow in his hand, and the expression on his face still had the frustration when he was off target, watching the grievance It is.

Sejong Waner, reaching out to help her, "Prince squats up," when Ouyang Huiru got up, he continued to interface: "The archery is not shot like you. The feet are open, the body is straight, the left hand is holding the bow. Right hand string, right thumb thumb string, index finger on the thumb, lightly lift the tail, aim at the bull's eye and release the bow string. You can try it."

Ouyang Huiru did not see the battle of Sejong when he saw it. He generously looked at his deep eyes and replied very honestly: "But the rider is also the teacher of this kind, and the daughter-in-law is doing it according to the words, but It is impossible to shoot the target."

Do you call it like that? A pair of invisible use! After thinking about it, Sejong once again laughed low and turned to the commander: "Get the bow of the donkey."

The two accomplices with the waiter, ran away from the instrument library not far away, and soon brought up a huge, quaint horn bow. From the hard-working expression and slow pace of the attendants, the bow is quite heavy.

Ouyang Huiru is a pair of beautiful eyes, and the scorpion shines on the bow and sighs: "It turns out that this bow is the father's! It's no wonder that the hanging is so high, the daughter-in-law is not enough, or else it is chosen, with Domineering!"

Sejong was once again teased by her. Somehow, his mood is always very happy to the Prince. The other party's smile, every move is so generous and natural, there is something to talk about, never turn around, and his attitude is not as cautious as other people, making him feel very relaxed.

"Even if you are enough, you can't take it. Not to mention the tension of the 150-string stone. The weight of the bow itself is more than 100 kilograms. You can't help your little arm and calves." This is his usual use. The bow, placed in the instrument library, did not prohibit others from using it, but, apart from him, no one has ever succeeded in pulling it.

When Sejong finished, he saw Ouyang Huiru really knead his thin arms, and then stroked the horns bow, revealing a screaming expression of exclamation, he could not help but laugh again. The child, what he thought, his face was unmasked, it was really fun!

After three times, I heard Shizong’s low laughter. Standing behind him, Jiang Yingyue did not show up, but his heart was extremely shocked: This is the first time I heard the end of the face and laughed out loud? She was so happy that she couldn’t break her side for the first time. No, it seems that I met Ouyang Huiru, his mood is always very good, and his smile is many times more than usual, too. Ouyang Huiru is really good!

Over there, Jiang Yingyue's sense of crisis has gradually become thicker, thinking that he has to find an opportunity to quickly obtain the trust of Sejong; here, Sejong has easily lifted the bow, buckled the arrow, struck the string, and prepared to fire.

His eyes were focused and his expression was solemn. After aiming at the target of ten meters away, he suddenly let go of the thumb of the string and the arrow on the string smashed out. After half a second, the '咚' was nailed to the arrow. On the red dot in the middle of the target, he passed through the target and plunged into a trunk 100 meters away from the target. The empty target was unable to withstand the violent force of the arrow and swayed back and forth. .

The quietness of the paddock, everyone was shocked by the rapid and lightning-like arrow of Sejong, and even the breathing converges, and the heart is horrified. Legend has it that the Shizong martial arts are strong and strong, and they are brave and good at fighting. They are on the battlefield like killing God. Today they finally saw one.

It is worthy of being the founding emperor! This hand is more reliable than those martial arts films! Ouyang Huiru was amazed in his heart and couldn’t help but clap his hands again and again. "It’s good! The father is mighty! Come again!"

Everyone followed the applause, but no one dared to be as bold as the Prince, and asked Sejong to 'go again.'

Sejong put down the bow and smiled. "Hey, just a demonstration for you. Do you see it in awkward posture? Come over and shoot it once."

Ouyang Huiru’s good voice stopped shortly, and the elated expression turned into a mourning test. He pulled his shoulder and pitifully said: “The daughter-in-law only looks at the style of the father and forgets to observe your posture. Do you shoot again? Daughter-in-law must learn seriously!"

Such frank and bold words, it is also Ouyang Huiru, which can not be said that the modern core of the noble and noble, can not be said, the partial Shizong still does not care, helplessly shake his head, once again raise the bow, and really shot another arrow.

The arrow once again passed through the target, and opened the arrow of the original arrow on the trunk and replaced it. It’s no more than a hundred steps to wear Yang!

"This time can be seen clearly?" Sejong turned his head, and the tone was very gentle to ask Ouyang Huiru, with three points on his face, and seven points of favor.

Ouyang Huiru nodded affirmatively: "Well, see it."

Sejong gave up the position and waved her to her.

Ouyang Huiru stepped forward and closed his eyes, recalling Shizong’s every move. When he opened his eyes again, the body followed his thoughts and put on a standard archery posture, arching, bowing, stringing, and arrows. But once again rubbed the target.

Nothing went wrong! How could this be? Ouyang Huiru was completely paralyzed, and the hand with the bow was pulled down.

Sejong frowned, took an arrow and walked up to the front, standing behind her, a low command: "Hold up the bow."

The sex-sense male voice rang in the ear, and Ouyang Huiru’s ear trembled and unconsciously raised the bow.

Sejong leaned over and placed her arrow on the string in a half-hugging position. She pinched her index finger on her thumb and whispered: "The index finger should not hold the thumb tight, leaving enough space for the tail. The buckle is tight and will interfere with the range and direction of the arrow."

Ouyang Huiru suddenly realized, and quickly did it, and nodded well, indicating that he knew.

She nodded, and the blue silk that was simply tied into a ponytail wiped Sejong's chin, itching, and also brought a rich but clear lily fragrance. The aroma was lingering, and it was fascinating. Shizong’s heart trembled. It was discovered that the body of the Prince was so sweet and soft, and the index finger of the prince and jade was still pinched in his hand. To the extreme.

His heart was fretting, and the deep scorpion was dull for a moment, but the face was not obvious. It was extremely natural to let go of the arms of the prince, retreating from the two steps, standing with a negative hand, and the voice was slightly rough, "If you think If you have already aimed at the bullseye, you will immediately loosen your string and not hesitate."

Ouyang Huiru beheaded, holding his breath and aiming at the front of the target. When he felt that the arrow had pointed to the red center of the target, he immediately released the thumb of the string, and the arrow '嗖' slammed the bowstring and put it into the target. Embrace, tied in the position of the eight rings.

Ouyang Huiru fixed his eyes and repeatedly confirmed that he did not miss the target. He took a long breath and turned back. He looked at Shizong with his eyes open, his eyes glittering and bright, and his forehead was marked with three words - praise.

Being so eagerly gazing at such a clear-cut scorpion, Sejong’s heart was loose, and in a twinkling of an eye, he left the feeling of being weird and strange, and praised it without hesitation: “Good! Prince’s good understanding! Follow this, not much You can practice a good archery in the day!"

After listening to the affirmation of Sejong, Ouyang Huiru swept away the frustrations of the past few days, and smiled, and turned back and focused on training.

That smile, very bright, very pure, like a flower blooms like a beautiful, so that Sejong lost his eyes, there is a moment of loss of God, but his heart is firm, only instantly restored to the normal state.

Pushing the weird feeling into the bottom of my heart, Sejong stepped forward and stood on the side of Ouyang Huiru, focusing on her practice, and occasionally making mistakes.

With the teachings of Sejong, Ouyang Huiru progressed rapidly, and several arrows were shot on the target. There was an arrow that was close to the bull's eye.

Looking at the target like a hedgehog that was shot by myself, Ouyang Huiru’s self-satisfied secret: It’s not a sister’s problem, it’s not a rider’s master. If the hands of the Emperor Sejong are taught like this, how is the sister's archery?

Riding the shooter is really awkward, Ouyang Hui Rugui is a prince, giving him ten courage, he does not dare to be close to teaching, let alone teach hands?

Finally, after more than 20 arrows, there was an arrow in the middle of the bull's eye. Ouyang Huiru stopped, took a break, smiled and looked at the Emperor Sejong, and asked with a sense of self-satisfaction. "What about the father and the child?"

Sejong smiled and sighed, "There is a good progress."

Ouyang Huiru’s eyes turned, and the tone became extremely charming. “When you wait for a few days, you can’t practice it for a few days. It’s not impossible to wear Yang in a hundred steps. When the father is hunting, he will bring a daughter’s one. The father’s archery is so good. The prey is also enough for the daughter-in-law. When it is time, the child has a good skin and will make a vest for you. "Let me follow, don't follow you, how to steal the mirror?"

shoot with great precision? Sejong went to see Ouyang Huiru full of a charming face, and licked her small arms and calves, laughing loudly and laughing: "Well, it’s rare that the Prince has this filial piety and waits for the Prince." Hey vest."

When Shizong laughed, the more I saw Ouyang Huiru, the more I liked it. My heart was secret: Fortunately, you still have some self-knowledge, only promised a vest. If you make a big shack, see where you go to get a lot of prey? The temper is so cute, it’s no wonder that you love each other. If you are a daughter of a sly, you have to hold it like a bead. However, it’s not bad to do awkward daughter-in-law!

Ouyang Huiru did not notice the favor of her in the eyes of Sejong, and she promised that he could follow him and secretly rejoice. Keeping up with Sejong, why didn't he have a chance to upset the plot? As for the blocking of the arrow, she has to add up again, life is precious, she does not have Jiang Yinyue's golden finger.

Jiang Yingyue’s observations on Sejong’s sentiments were naturally discovered, and he naturally discovered his growing love for Ouyang Huiru. Although this love does not hinder her plan, when she sees the Ouyang family, she will be hated by the country and just want to destroy Ouyang Huiru and put her on her feet. See how she is proud of her spring breeze.

In the heart, I hate it. Jiang Yingyue’s nephew is dark. He said: If you want to pave the way for the emperor, and help the emperor to reach his wish, she can only take advantage of the position. This is naturally the end of the face. She has to think of a way to get it as soon as possible. The unsuccessful trust of the face, so that the end of the face does not break her eyes. Xishan hunting is a great opportunity. This time, everything will be done and she will succeed.